Mara
Rowan stepped back into the room, a tray in his hands. The polished silver instruments clinked softly against one another, and Tina’s eyes widened in a flash of raw fear.
“Since you want to act like a hardened criminal,” I said evenly, “I’ll treat you like one.”
I reached for a tool at random, and she screamed before I’d even touched her.
“What do you want to know? I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you everything!” she blurted, her voice cracking.
I froze mid-motion, staring at her. “That easy? You couldn’t even put up a fight?”
She stayed silent, her breathing loud in the small room.
“I want everything, Tina. What you know about Chase. What you discussed with him. What you helped him do. Where he is now. And the name of the kitchen staff working for you.”
Her chest rose and fell faste
